c.t.r.

when i turn 8 i got baptized. my papa made me a c.t.r. ring to celebrate said occasion.

from 8-12 that ring got lost in the shuffle of adolescence.

when i was in 7th grade i found my ring again, this time it only fit on my pinkie of my left hand.

that's where it's been.

for the last 9 years.

my hands have grown, but my left pinkie has grown around my ring....

i have an indent from it. my papa calls that my ring's "saddle".

(you can kind of see my "saddle" in this picture)

one day when my prince charming wants to put a ring on the finer to the right i'm going to have a hard time moving rings around.

who says you can't wear a wedding ring on your right hand?

moral of the story is this...

i love this ring.

it's my most prized. most precious possession.

every time i looked at my hand i not only see "c.t.r."

but i think of my cute papa.

and i smile.